Creative I can deal with. Lightning fast I can cope with. But when these attributes are combined into one entity and then multiplied by two in the synapses of the twins, well, I feel a little behind the eight ball. Behold my tale of laundry woe.

This girl loves her daddy. And he loves her. They’ve always had a special bond, being that she is our oldest and was our only for three-and-a-half years. I remember thinking those days were so hectic and busy with one small child. I scoff a bit at my younger self now. Anyway… Because of their special bond, 1 of 8…
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This guy? The guy in the red shirt? He had some birthday cake a few days ago.

Welcome to Mount Grocery. It appears in my kitchen every couple of weeks. Its summit is intimidating, its peak reaching the sky. And every couple of weeks I must gird my courage and begin the ascent. ‘Cuz I am feeding an army here. And Mount Grocery must be conquered for that to happen.

We head in next week for 7 of 8’s second round of Botox to her left arm. It’s that little arm slightly crooked in the above picture. This time, we’re (and by ‘we’re’ I mean the neurologist…) is going to be a bit more agressive and is going to try to coax that little thumb into a more neutral position.